Quotes About Resilience

Nobody wants to admit to this, but bad things will keep on happening. Maybe

Of course, that's not really accurate," Dr. DeSantos says. "The future is going to come, in some form, whether we like it or not. What we really mean is that we can't plan for the future. And when we can't plan—when we can't find those patterns that make sense—we lose the skeleton of life. And no one can remain upright without that.

Survivors who look perfectly fine on the outside can still be emotionally empty at the core. And because of that, they can't always connect with their kids or their spouses—or they make the conscious decision not to connect, so that they don't fail the people they love.

He would wonder how much a man could take before he reduced himself to nothing. He

The moral of this story is that no matter how much we try, no matter how much we want it... some stories just don't have a happy ending.

I usually avoided looking at my wrist, at my scars, but this time, I focused on them and realized my body was more than something I was trapped in. I saw a strong backbone, a big heart

she'd wager that they weren't single moms who'd had to poke the radiator vents with a yardstick at 3:00 a.m. to prove that there weren't any snakes hiding in the dark tunnels.

They can take away my livelihood and my food and"—here his voice hitched—"my grandson. But they can't take away my dreams." His

I've had cartons of milk that have lasted longer than most of my relationships.

death had become part of the landscape.

I understood why you didn't cry, even though it hurt: there are kinds of pain you couldn't speak out loud. •

Things that break—be they bones, hearts, or promises—can be put back together but will never really be whole. And

When you don't keep looking back its that much easier not to trip and fall.

The moral of this story is that no matter how much we try, no matter how much we want it Ã¢â'¬Â¦ some stories just don't have a happy ending.

Why?" I asked. "What did you ever do to them?" Josek looked down at me. "I exist," he said softly.

My life is moving forward in a weird empty narrative, missing one key character, whose current life is a continuous loop.

In her experience, the moment you showed you were weak in front of someone, they'd use it against you.

In November, there were changes. My father came home one day with yellow stars, which we were to wear on our clothing at all times.

The person may have a scar but it also means they have a story.

I wish you could know what it feels like to find the missing piece of you, the thing that makes you stronger.

I've thought a lot about it: how you can ricochet from a moment where you are on top of the world to one where you are crawling at rock bottom. I've thought about all the things I could have done differently, and if it would have led to another outcome. But thinking doesn't change anything, does it?

into a conversation. I am hoping that

You know, you've got one glass of water inside your head, with all the tears of a lifetime. If you waste them over nothing, then you won't be able to cry for real when you need to.

He Just Rode In On Your Wagon. Calm Your Horses ~ Anna